Twilight 5. Coronavirus impressions. Egypt

05 February 2021 Travel time: with 29 august 2020 on 11 September 2020
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Failed coronavirus damn plans nurtured. After all, my wife and I got along in Mexico, and here she is like…

No, don't think about what I love about the coronavirus. I will say more, he is like a god to me! Well, nobody saw it, but interested people say it is…

So I had to drag my feet instead of Cancun in a pretty tired and forgotten Egypt. And that is better than nothing. All inclusive, again.

No, it was possible and Turkey, of course, the service there is much better, but the sea is there, it is Mediterranean, and not even Red.

But all inclusive under the coronavirus has its own characteristics. Unpleasant features…

The hotel is one of the best "five" on the coast, and the mill, as in the Turkish "trinity". But this is understandable: the crisis, of all the hotels only 20% opened. And that is to say, those that have opened are initially filled by 5-7%. That's how Akhmetky saves on everything he misses


Of the eight restaurants, two are open. Bars, however, almost all are open, except for the most important, right on the beach. And here's the paradox: the bar is closed, but next door in the booth security guard is watching, making sure that the ugliness is not violated. Let him better watch with one hand and pour drinks with the other. More and more benefits. For it is said, "Pour each according to his needs. " But no! That's not why Akhmetka went the glorious way from a simple Arabian sperm to a whole guard of the booth to serve foam cakes to all infidels!

The contingent of the hotel is mostly Ukrainians, a few Belarusians and Arabs. They are always in abundance here. If it weren't for them, it would be as if you were somewhere in Berdyansk. Although, of course, there is no such luxury in Ukraine.

In normal (not coronavirus) times, more and more Germans are resting in this hotel. They say that last year our people were not allowed here for cannon fire. And here, apparently, you were awarded ...

But from October the Germans will come again, then our nakedness will be cut off from there! And know your six!

Appreciated the full face mask for snorkeling. Well, yes, for the whole haryu and the tube on top. Hosh - breathe through your mouth, at least through your nose, at least through your teeth, and at least sniff through your nose… But you don't want all this, you want to scratch your nose. But I have not yet made this progress!

I traded her, this mask, in Akhmetka's shop. With them, with Akhmetki, what? He, brazen face, calls 35 dollars, after 5 minutes of persistent trading agrees to 15.

Well, the mask, in short, is honorable. I recommend.

One name from the shops. Usually the Arabs catch vacationers still tricks. They make small gifts, treat themselves to tea and smooth their products so imperceptibly. Now almost all stores are closed. And how to pay rent when there are no vacationers? ! ! And in that miserable shop, which is open, in a minor way, Akhmetka has sunk into a corner and only sluggishly answers questions.

No initiative.

And the Arabs are not like themselves. If before a rare woman, even the scariest one, passed by without a compliment, now ...And what can I say, you will wait for a compliment from our Vanya. One word: "Depression".


Invented a new way to infuriate the audience. Sometimes you would yell at your wife from the bar across the pool: “Beauty, do you have cola or juice? ». And it doesn't matter that he asked to be a "beauty". Strange reaction: there is no person who would not turn: "And who is it? ", " Does it correspond? ». And everyone, seeing that everyone has turned around, is embarrassed and pretends that he just shakes his head and that he has nothing to do with beauty.

There are few permitted excursions in the coronavirus period, and everything in Egypt has been seen and republished. But there was one: El Gouna. In all travel guides, it is immodestly positioned as the Egyptian Venice.

In fact, a rich Arab bought a piece of desert by the sea, dug canals for many islands to come out, set up luxury villas and sold them to all the other millionaires. And among those millionaires: Kirkorov, Yakubovich, Queen. This is one of ours. And Angelina Jolie and a lot of all sorts of Arab oil tycoons. Why are they here?

And here all this rabble hides there from a plebs that, therefore, didn't bother, didn't irritate with the curiosity. Well, I don't know… The hard life of a millionaire… I wanted to become this millionaire after a tour. What does it turn out? You sit on your island, in a canal, like in a big puddle, bathe and hide from the eyes of blacks. Not very fun. No, I will not go to the millionaires!

Met two Moscow downshifter aunts. They live on a permanent residence in Hurghada. Bought apartments. And their singles in Moscow surrender, they have enough. They, bitch daughters, pay for the night at the hotel and spend two days banging on the ball.

Then move to another hotel. And Douli, municipal beaches are closed, go nowhere, and hotels are cheaper than ever.

This is how these aunts pretend to be the mothers of all the Akhmets who meet them in Arabic, and Ukrainians in Russian. Have fun. In my opinion, Egypt is not the best place to live. Bad entertainment!

Well, if you are an Arab, you go here and there to the mosque, you pray five times a day, you watch and the day is over. And at least the infidel got into trouble. In short, these aunts from the permanent residence missed. Here, Thailand, or, say, Latin America, there is not much fun. Again, you can thump not only at home under a blanket, but everywhere.


Well, my wife and I are not tired of narzan, we can't get out of hand every day. Well, except in the evening, someday. And in the evening he lights himself up: every time a new live singer or singer.

In their repertoire, if they are Arab hits, they are all about "habibi", and if they are Latin American, they are more and more about "kurason". And the people - those under the degree - dance.

And we are not in the last ranks. There is also gunpowder in the powder kegs and berries in the buttocks! We are trained in Dominican bochata and Brazilian samba. So we smoke what we can.

Translated automatically from Ukrainian. View original
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